Perhaps i am addicted to love stories, and inevitably also, stories of heartbreak. Old couples holding hands gets to me every time, it is one of the most beautiful sights that the eye and the heart are able to experience.
Would you read to me? Don't be afraid to screw up words, to read too fast, to read too slow...it is just your voice that i want to hear.
There are a few things that i know for sure about myself. i get jealous all too easily. i am not as pretty as i could be. i am oddly passionate. i have no boundaries (in the sense that i will dig in your pockets, eat your already chewed gum, stick my cold hands under your armpits, kiss you on the lips). i am naive. i cannot sleep well unless placed in the passenger seat, or in unexpected places and unexpected times. i am impulsive.
My knees get wobbly when i kiss and sometimes i shake like a granny. i get bruises on my lips from kissing and subsequently get asked if a pen exploded in my mouth. Surprise kisses, kisses where i don't feel like opening my eyes, and kisses that make me breathe in deeply are my favourites.
When i get excited i get a rash on my forearms. When i get scared i break out in hives. When i am happy i do little dances.
i ask all of the questions that noone else will ask, or maybe never thought of. i don't have the mechanism in my brain where i get to think before words pour out of my mouth. If you so decide to leave the house with me...beware. Especially in large groups of people--I can get a little wild and obnoxious.
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